Tim.
Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
That girdlest ^note in those wolves, ^note dive in the earth,
And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
Obedience fail in children! Slaves and fools,
Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
And minister in their steads! To general filths ^{note note}
Convert o' the instant, green virginity! ^note
Do't in your parents' eyes! Bankrupts, hold fast;
Rather than render back, out ^note with your knives,
And cut your trusters' throats! Bound servants, steal!
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are
And pill by law. Maid, to thy master's bed!
Thy mistress is o' the ^note brothel. Son ^note of sixteen,
Pluck the lined ^note crutch from thy old limping sire,
With it beat out his brains ^note! Piety and fear ^note,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries,

And let ^note confusion live! Plagues incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners! Lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bosoms, and their crop
Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
That their society, as their friendship, may
Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee
But nakedness, thou detestable town ^note! ^note
Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!
Timon will to the woods, where he shall find
The unkindest beast more ^note kinder than mankind.
The gods confound—hear me, you ^note good gods all!—
The Athenians both within and out that wall!
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high and low!
Amen ^note. [Exit. ^note

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